When we returned to the U.S., we were met with an unexpected pick-up. In addition to Uncle Xue and the medical team arranged by Lin Fang by connection, the appearance of another group of people made us unexpected. As soon as I entered the waiting hall, I saw a young man with oily hair and a powdery face wearing a mink coat flying towards me, shouting, "Master Hu, you can let my little brother wait." Come on, come on, change your clothes, it's already winter here in Washington-

I looked at the face of the plaster in front of me, and I couldn't believe that this enthusiastic young man was Wang Qingzheng, the little king who had almost killed me in the jungle of America not long ago.

His horses were very diligent and prepared a tweed coat with a fur collar for each of us. Wang Qingzheng personally handed Lin Fang a coat, she just smiled, did not take it, and only said to the ambulance team waiting on the side: "This young lady and Mr. are my friends, immediately transferred to the First Brain Hospital, called Professor Mike, and said, it was my request-

The American Bethune did not dare to delay, and immediately carried Shirley Yang and the fat man out of the waiting hall, and the fat man was reluctant to give up on Lin Fang, and kept muttering: "I'm fine, I'm fine, we haven't taken a photo intimately!" -

At this time, Uncle Xue finally squeezed his head out of the crowd around us, and as soon as he saw me, he made an old mistake, and hugged me with tears in his eyes: "Suffer, you are the shopkeeper." The little master of the Wang family has told me, you give Brother Sang too much face-

I was dizzy by this group of people for a while, but fortunately, the four eyes were clever, and he broke through the trick of the Wang family, he dragged the windbreaker from Wang Qingzheng's hand, wrapped it around himself, and snorted: "Don't think that you can run back in advance to make a small report, and just sell it to the old people." I remember all the good things you did! Let's go back and calculate this general ledger -

Wang Qingzheng showed a harmless smile on his face, patted his cheeks, and said proudly: "The people who know about this matter are dead, and there is no evidence, what are you going to sue me, barrister-

I didn't worry about Shirley Yang and the fat man, so I greeted the four eyes, and followed Lin Fang to the ambulance to the hospital. Probably because of Lin Fang's special status, the hospital gave the fat man and Shirley Yang a particularly generous treatment, and arranged them into a VIP room with a single room and special care. Except for two stitches on his head, the fat man basically had no big problem, he either asked people about Lin Fang's news during his hospitalization, or spent the rest of his time in the hospital cafeteria, but he was probably not used to American food, not only was he not fat, but he lost weight twice for the first time.

Shirley Yang's case was more peculiar, at first, the experts in the hospital were unable to diagnose the cause of her coma, and then a large number of modern instruments were used to do a full body examination, but nothing was found. In the end, it was the professor of brain invited by Lin Fang who played a key role-

In her ear, we found an arthropod, this kind of insect, the total length is about one centimeter, usually curly spherical, snow-white, mouthparts into a barb-shaped, although it has not yet been studied its variety, but from the brainwave test paper, since the insect was taken out, Miss Yang's consciousness has begun to slowly recover. It's only a matter of time before she comes to her senses-

Old Mike is an old friend of the Lin family, and has a deep friendship with Lin Fang's adoptive father, the old general George who died tragically in the ** incident. His help has provided a reasonable explanation for the mystery of Shirley Yang's coma, but we still can't know the origin of the round worm soaked in formalin in front of us, whether it was deliberately placed on Shirley Yang by the bamboo pole in his mouth, and if so, how can this little insect control the minds of people?

Xue Erye came to visit us in the hospital, and after seeing this worm, he said that when he was a horse leg runner on the ancient tea horse road in his early years, he had heard that among the local ethnic minorities, there was such a Gu worm, which could steal people's minds. I have also seen some legendary Miao Gu wizards cast spells, and the weirdness of them is unimaginable to ordinary people, I think this is a very important clue, so I asked Xue Er Ye to find the old man and investigate the origin of the round worm.

Because of this incident, the four eyes and the people of the Wang family have completely torn their faces, and I heard that in the past two days we have been in the hospital, the street of the Chamber of Commerce has been very uneven, and there will always be some incidents. Our old acquaintance, Black Helmets, came several times, saying that he wanted to record a confession, and asked me to explain in detail what had happened these days, and I guarded Shirley Yang who was unconscious every day, and I didn't have time to deal with him at all, so I sent him away with a few perfunctory words. I heard the four eyes say that the black helmet ate the scales this time, and decided that I was the mastermind behind the gangster's firefight, and wanted to collect evidence to arrest me, I said barrister, this evil was created by you, but you can't let me, a good citizen, carry the black pot, who knows, the black-hearted barrister replied to me: "Everyone knows that the shopkeeper is your Hu Ye, this disaster, if you want to run, no one will agree - because of this incident, I stayed in the United States for another month, and every day different black suits and black sunglasses have to come to the hospital for interrogation, which makes me exhausted, I want to strangle my eyes to death.

I stayed by Shirley Young's bed, not daring to leave for a moment, lest she wake up and see me. Uncle Xue and Qin Siyan came to see me a few times one after another, and brought me a change of clothes and some convenient supplements.

Shirley Yang's attending physician is a white-bearded old man named Mike, and Lin Fang introduced that he is a well-known brain doctor in the United States and has an international reputation. On this day, old Mike came to do a routine check-up for Shirley Yang again, and I could no longer restrain my anger, and accused in sandwiched English: "What kind of doctor are you, she has woken up a few times on the plane, how come she didn't even blink an eyelid when she entered your hospital, you say, what do you do as a capitalist doctor!" Do you have a little bit of Bethune's spirit! -

Old Mike was an authentic American and didn't quite understand my awkward pronunciation, but my anger was as it struck. He patted me and said, "God will bless Shirley Young, the CT results showed that her brain was not damaged in any way, and it was only a matter of time before she woke up - I was tired of hearing him say this, and immediately threw my fist in his face-

Old Hu, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you're stinky again-

A familiar female voice grabbed my fist, I turned my head, and saw Shirley Yang lying in a white sheet, slightly thin, after returning to the United States, this is the first time I have seen her open her eyes-

You have to look at me, no problem, should I put the doctor down first-she said lightly, and I realized that old Mike was about to be choked by me-

Hehe, misunderstanding, misunderstanding. We, the people of China and the United States, have always lived in harmony, peace and friendship – I patted Dr. Mack on the shoulder and hurriedly pushed him out of the room. The uninteresting old beauty slammed the door and threatened to let the security guard drag me, a thug from a developing country, out.

I put a pillow on Shirley Yang, let her half lie down and half lean, and refilled her with a cup of honey water soaked in old cinnamon honey-

Eat apples? Orange or pear? Capitalist countries also have the benefits of capitalist countries, such a cold day, even watermelons have-

Okay, okay, I just slept for a while, and it's not a terminal illness-Shirley Yang seemed to blush, and then as if he remembered something, he grabbed my hand and asked, - What about the golden scepter, has the Fountain of Youth? That murderer, that murderer......-